In this book, Stendhal does not present to us love indirectly, like a sweet sparkling water that flows from the fountain of the pure soul and flows into the channels and streams of the soul, loaded with emotions, feelings, feelings, and emotions, and confronts in its path the obstacles of inherited customs and traditions.
This love, which His Highness quotes from the highness of the spirit, opposes his sincere impulse to the fear, shyness, modesty, decency, decency, and the restrictions of social and religious traditions that favor, adopt and impose by force and arbitrariness, hatred, grudge, envy, arrogance, pride, fabrication, fabrication, affectation, vulgarity, possession, and possessiveness. Stendhal in his book.
But not in a dry, rigorous and restricted scientific manner, but in absolute freedom and smoothness, supported by examples and stories from reality.
He gives free rein to his thoughts to be organized as they wish and according to their desires in sentences and syllables, as we often find them intertwined with each other and intertwined, such as the mixing of feelings with feelings, and emotions with emotions, and every reader sees them as it suits him and suits him according to his ability, ability and competence.
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